You thrill my senses, bristling life at the sea. Your wind thunders in my ears as I tread your cracked fossil rock beds and barnacles homes. The moistened thick air, the perfect ride for the winded wings of the crows.

A good beach combing pulls up fine hairs of tickling seaweed. Cross crabs scraping under rocks. The smell of oyster stew brewing for the evening dinner of champions of seals.

The waters edge rising, spilling up the sea floor. Sea foam washing and scrubbing the sea shore. Life at the sea, you looks so peaceful from my window but in fact you hum like the urban nature you are in flow.